Loving the Essence of being a tease

Under a cascading shower, being a tease transforms water into liquid desire. Droplets trace rivulets down her toned body as she sighs “being a tease,” hands cupping full breasts and sliding lower. Soap suds cling to her skin in being a tease while she leans against cool tiles, one leg raised to grant perfect access. Two fingers plunge deep inside her in rhythmic pulses of being a tease, her gasps echoing off marble. She chants “being a tease” breathlessly, eyes half-lidded, as her clit throbs beneath circling pressure. The climax hits hard in being a tease, knees buckling while warm water mingles with her release, every shiver captured in exquisite detail.